Chapter Twelve
~Boomer~
Waiting for Pamela to get off work seems to take forever. Knowing she is here, I am here, and we finally seem to be on the same page, I just wanted to take her off for a ride. When five o’clock hits, I make sure to be there to take my woman away.
She smiles at me, making her way outside.
I take her by the hand and lead her to my bike. After I hand her a helmet, she steps back.
“Boomer, my car? My kids?”
“I know. I’ve got Ruby taking your car home. Your mom knows you’ll be home late, but before the boys go to bed.”
She blinks. “Ummm, I can’t.”
Frustration builds inside me. I can’t take the push and pull. I want her, and she wants me; why can’t we simply be?
“Can’t or won’t?” I ask, feeling like we have been down this road enough times.
“Both,” she replies honestly, and my face hardens. I’m ready to give up when she squeezes my hand. “Boomer, I don’t wanna miss dinner with my boys. I had a lot of missed meals, and I don’t want to miss another one if I can help it.”
I’m an ass. I didn’t even think. The boys—of course she wouldn’t want to miss dinner with them.
She reaches up and her soft hand runs over my beard. “I’ll call you after the boys are in bed. I don’t want to put more on them by trying to have you in our home, but I want to see you. I know they know you as my friend from Ruby and Vida’s house, but it’s all been so much, and they are settling in finally.” She is rambling, so I reach up and cup her chin.
“I get it.” Without another word, I lean down and kiss my woman.
She opens eagerly, and our tongues dance like long-lost lovers. When I feel her pull on me, ready for more, I pull back.
“Until tonight, Pami.” I can give her this. More than that, I can give her boys the time they deserve with their mom.
She rolls up on her toes and gives me a soft kiss before pulling away. I then watch her walk to her car, and I swear she has more sway to those luscious hips than ever before. Watching her makes me hard.
My phone rings a few hours later, and I smile. For the first time in my life, I am looking forward to something. For the first time, I am really living. This isn’t out of duty. This isn’t out of obligation. For the first time, I don’t have the urge to take off on my bike until the memories haunt me again. No, for the first time, I want to look ahead. I want to have a future with the beautiful, strong, and amazing woman who found her way into my life.
“Hey gorgeous,” I answer, wanting to laugh at how much of a pussy I am over her. I don’t care, though. As long as I can keep this feeling, I don’t care if I have to shave my beard and turn in my man card. She can have it all.
“Hey, Boomer,” she whispers.
“Boys in bed?”
“Yes. So, ummm …” I can hear the hesitation in her voice.
Trying to hide my disappointment, I give her an out. “We can take this slow, Pami. If you’re tired, we can go out another night. There is no rush, honey.”
“It’s not that.”
I blow out a relieved sigh. As much as I don’t want to admit it, I need to see her. I will give her time if she really wants it, but after everything, I need to hold her. I need to inhale her sweet, cinnamon smell and squeeze her amazing curves.
“Boomer,” she whispers, “I live in a doublewide.”
I laugh. “I’m very aware of where you live. I don’t give a shit.”
“Boomer, I live in a trailer,” she stresses.
I don’t get why she would be embarrassed. Her home now is probably four times the size of the trailer she had in Catawba, and it’s got more square footage than my cabin.
“I don’t care where you live, Pami,” I try to reassure her.
She laughs, and I swear it sounds better than an angel singing from Heaven.
“Boomer…” She draws out my name, and I love that sound. “I live in a not well insulated trailer with two children, and you drive a Harley Davidson motorcycle with those loud as hell pipes.”
I erupt in uncontrolled laughter.
“Boomer, this isn’t funny. I don’t want to wake the boys.”
“Oh, honey, I don’t wanna wake the boys, either, but I’m sure by now they are used to the sounds of a motorcycle and won’t stir.”
I hear her sigh softly. “If you’re sure you aren’t gonna wake my boys, then what the hell are you waiting for? Get over here.”
“There’s my firecracker,” I say, rubbing my beard. “See you in a few.”
After disconnecting the call, I waste no time in getting to her house where she is waiting out front, which surprises me.
As I pull up, she comes down the steps, and my first thought is to build her a porch.
Damn, I have it bad. I can see me grilling on her front porch, drinking a beer before tossing a ball with her boys. I want this. I want this in a way I have never wanted anything before.
She stops just shy of the bike, and we sit there momentarily, watching one another. We are far from strangers, but the weight of change hangs heavily between us.
In front of me stands everything I never knew I wanted in life. In front of me is a pillar of strength and sacrifice. She would give anything to give her boys a safe future. I would give anything to give her a better future than she could ever dream.
“I … Boomer, I—” she stutters. “I don’t want to risk the boys waking and you being in the house.”
I smile. My woman is the best mother to her boys, and that in itself is a bigger turn on than anything in the world.
Beauty isn’t about big tits, a round ass, and blonde hair. Beauty comes from the inside and shines out. It’s not about having a pussy that can milk a cock or lips that can suck the hardest. It’s not about the outward appearance. Some of the most outwardly beautiful women in the world are the biggest bitches to ever be around.
No, beauty is the woman who can look beyond herself and give everything to those around her. Beauty is the sacrifice a woman makes of herself, of her body, of her mind, and of her heart to carry another being within her and breathe life.
My mom was the most beautiful woman in the world … until I met Pamela.
The sparkle in her eyes when she thinks of her kids, the dedication she has to giving them more in life than the wrongs of their father, and the determination to see them thriving even at the greatest cost to herself, that is beauty.
I reach out and take her by the hand. I want to kiss her, but I know in this moment, if I do, I won’t stop. She’s a mom, and the last thing I will do is fuck her on the front lawn, even if the caveman inside me wants to.
“Ride with me?” I ask with a smile.
She looks deep into my eyes. There are no secrets between us now. I know the path she has walked has been far from easy. I know the life she has led has made her a little jaded. All of that is over now. I will give everything until my dying breath to make sure she never feels pain like she has endured ever again.
She smiles back at me. “Anytime, Boomer.”
Without hesitation, she takes the helmet from behind me and puts it on before climbing behind me. Her thighs are snug around me, her chest pressed against my back as her arms wrap around me. I have no sissy bar, so she leans into me, settling in.
I breathe deep.
Comfort. Trust. Faith.
Love.
I look to the sky above where the stars shine brightly tonight, and I can only hope my mom is smiling down at the man she sees today. I will give everything I have to make Pami’s life better than it’s ever been before.
I tip my pointer finger to the sky in acknowledgement to the woman who gave me life before I twist the throttle and pull away with the woman who gives me new life today firmly behind me.
~Pamela~
The wind circles around us, but all I feel is him in front of me.
Is this real? Boomer is really here for me?
I look up to the stars
in the sky. Is this my second chance at life, at love?
Having this time to rebuild my life, I have learned to appreciate all that Boomer has given not only to me, but to my boys and my mom. No longer does my mom have to lie awake at night, wondering if I am going to call her from a hospital, telling her Dennis has taken more than the life of our unborn daughter. No longer does she have to worry something will happen to me and she won’t know. No longer does she have to carry the burden of raising my boys on her own. Boomer and the Hellions have taken us into the fold and given us all everything I never thought it was possible to have.
I didn’t think it could get any better … until he showed up today. Having Boomer here, kissing me, touching me, taking me for a ride, it is so much more than I ever imagined. Having a real chance to have something with him, icing on the cake of my new life.
I squeeze tighter as the pavement passes under us. We reach the high-rise bridge that takes us over to the beach, and I feel the wind whip around us, and the salt in the air fills my lungs.
He makes the right at the light and takes us down the winding road to ‘The Point.’ Parking, we get off the Harley then make our way beyond the gate to the sandy beach.
The waves crashing on the shore are a soothing reminder that my life is good now. Hit after Hit, my life was pummeled, but there is no more crashing around me.
I reach out and take Boomer’s hand. He has given me the freedom to be here in this moment without hesitation.
I inhale deeply, the smell of the beach invading and comforting me as we walk to the dunes where Boomer sits against one then places me facing the ocean with my back to his chest as I sit between his legs.
“Pami …” He starts massaging my shoulders. “I missed you.”
I moan as I relax into him. “I missed you,” I whisper back.
We both stare out and watch the waves come to shore as he continues to rub the tension from my shoulders and neck.
He kisses my temple. “Future looks good.”
I turn to face him. Cupping his chin, I run my thumb over his beard. “You are beautiful.”
He laughs. “I’m far from beautiful.”
“You’re amazing,” I whisper, running my thumb over his bottom lip. “Not many men would find me worth—”
“Shhh,” he interrupts. “Pamela, do not finish that sentence. You’re worth it, your boys are worth it, and the life we are gonna have together is worth everything and more.” He kisses my forehead. “Never had something to live for until you and now your boys. My drive, honey, my everything is you and what we can build together. The future is looking bright.”
He is so certain, and I can’t help feeling confident in the future we can build together.
Moving in, I brush my lips to his. Twisting, I then crawl up him, pushing him back against the side of the dune as I go. I use my teeth to pull at his bottom lip, the feeling of his beard tickling my chin as he growls and leans into me while his hands come around to squeeze my ass, pushing my body into his.
I feel alive. In his arms, I feel safe, cherished, and I feel like a woman who is wanted.
My nipples harden behind the cotton material of my cheap bra. I push the insecurity away as his mouth opens and his tongue meets my lips, seeking entrance I gladly give. Our tongues mingle and explore as I slide up his body, resting my hips over his, feeling him harden against my belly, which makes me want more.
He pulls back and breathes deeply. “Pami, it’s not about this. You don’t have to—”
I cut him off with a kiss.
Once we are both breathless, I pull away to look in his eyes so he can see there are no more secrets between us. “I want this, I want you, and I want a future between us.”
He slides his hands up my back then pulls my head down to his lips as he kisses me with passion, lust, and desire.
Moving, I straddle him then push his cut off, smiling as he leans up and pulls his shirt off. I do the same with my shirt. Before I can remove my bra, though, his hands pull my breasts from their cups, and he tweaks one nipple as he takes the other in his mouth and sucks. I arch back, giving him better access. My core aches for attention as I grind my jeans over him.
“Boomer,” I cry out as his hands move to unbutton and unzip my pants. “More. I need more.”
He slides them over my ass, letting them tighten around my thighs as he dips his hand inside my panties and rubs my pussy, circling my clit before he pulls his hand away.
I groan at the loss of contact.
“Stand up. Pants off. Panties, too,” he commands as he pushes back to unbutton and unzip his jeans, freeing his cock.
I lick my lips in desire as I do as told. Then he takes my hands and guides me to stand over him. Grabbing my ass, he pulls my pussy to his face. His tongue separates my lips, and then, using his thumbs, he massages inside my thighs at the edge of my pussy, relaxing my muscles more as he licks, nips, and then sucks on my clit. My legs tremble as my orgasm builds.
“Let go, beautiful,” Boomer says against my pussy before grazing his teeth over my outer lips.
He uses his fingers to expose me then slides his thumb inside. He draws lazy circles at the very edge of my entrance as he blows against my clit.
Anticipation builds before his mouth is hot against me, his tongue flicking against my clit and sending me soaring.
When I can’t hold myself up, he moves me to straddle him.
“We can stop,” he whispers.
“Boomer, I want this. I want you.” I take his cock in my hand and stroke twice, feeling the pre-come at the tip. Then I bite my bottom lip as I guide him inside me.
Wrapping my hands around his neck, I slide up and down his length as he looks deep into my eyes. Unsaid emotions are passing between us. No words are needed; we simply are. Boomer and me.
He cups my ass as he lets me take my time and savor the sensation of him connected to me and filling me. I grind down until I can’t go any farther and roll my hips, pushing my breasts against him. My bra pushes them higher, and Boomer obliges by taking one in his mouth and sucking hard while his hands pull my ass cheeks apart, making my pussy clinch tighter around his cock.
“Boomer,” I cry out as the sensations overwhelm me.
“Give it to me, beautiful. Give it all to me,” he whispers, looking into my eyes.
“It’s all yours, Boomer.”
“Love you, Pami. Took a long time to figure shit out, but real deal, simple as that, I love you.”
Tears fill my eyes. “I never thought I would feel this way, never thought I would have it so good.” I slide up then down again, stilling myself to look into the dark brown eyes that have been my safe haven for so long now. “I love you, Boomer.”
At my words, he takes over and begins to guide my hips, never taking his eyes from mine. As he picks up the pace, my walls tighten and my release builds. The heat of his explosion inside me sends me over, and I come around him, moaning in satisfaction.
He holds my hips down as he finishes spilling his seed inside of me, and I drop my head to his shoulder as I try to bring myself back down.
He pushes my hair back off my shoulders. “Beautiful. You are simply beautiful.”
I smile against him. I could get used to this. I want to get used to this. I want more of this, and I never want it to end.
Epilogue
~Pamela~
One Year Later …
The knock at the door makes me smile. No longer do I have fear or tension of who will come over. No, nowadays, my boys and I have a normal life.
“Hey, RJ,” I greet Vida’s son.
“Can Wes and Colt come play? Papa will be home soon, and I can only play till dinner time.” The boy looks up at me just as my boys come running up the hallway to see their friend.
“Sure thing,” I reply, moving swiftly out of the way to watch the boys dash into the front yard.
It’s not long before I hear the sounds of a Harley coming up the driveway. Moving to the door so I can call
the boys inside and send RJ home, I am surprised to see Boomer’s truck behind my car along with Ruby’s bike. Vida is walking over from her house, I assume to gather up her son.
I step off my front steps and into the yard just in time to watch Boomer unfold from his truck.
“Wesson, Colt, come over here and help an old man out.”
“Boomer, you’re not old. Memaw is old. You’re nowhere near that,” Wesson says as he jogs over and quickly gives Boomer a hug. Colt follows not far behind, and my heart swells with pride and love as I look at the bond my boys have found with the man who has given us everything.
Boomer looks up, meeting my gaze. He simply nods to me.
That’s how it is with us. I don’t need poetic accolades, nor do I need him to rush over and sweep me off my feet. The way he gives my whole life, the very pieces of my world, attention is what makes us work. Boomer is everything I ever needed and more, and I didn’t even know it. Simply us and it simply works.
“Hey, Pami,” Vida greets, meeting up with me as we both make our way across my yard and to our men who are focused on getting something out of the back of Boomer’s truck.
“Score for Wes and Colt!” RJ screams as I see Ruby and Boomer unloading two bicycles. “You got the ones like Papa made for us! Ride like a Hellion.”
“Really? Are these for us, Boomer?” Colt asks.
“I call red,” Wesson makes his claim as Boomer smiles down at my—no, our boys.
We had that talk, the conversation I was sure would send him away. Telling Boomer I had my tubes tied and that I had no desire to have it undone was a tough conversation. However, it was necessary. I didn’t want to build something with him and have there be any secrets between us.
Nathan ‘Boomer’ Vaughn is an amazing man, full of love and compassion. He would be the best father to a child of his own. For me, though, I don’t want to do that to my boys. I don’t want to take anything away from the time I have with them. I feel like I owe them so many memories that I can’t imagine bringing another baby into our family. If that was a deal breaker for Boomer, we needed to address it before I brought him into my boys’ lives. Once again, the man proved just what a perfect man he is for us.
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